
Between the zero visibility dust and rock storms, roadrunner that came within inches of his death, flying tumble weeds from hell stuck in to the car, heavy rains in heavy traffic. Weel, I'm just really quite amazed at how smooth this weekend is going for being unplanned, even though I've know about it for months. Last night, in Santa Monica, was a nice change from the usual Thursday, which this week was pretty good actually. All I have to do is a bit of shopping here and make it an hour north in about an eight hour time span. Wish me luck.
It's been 44 minutes since 12am. He should be here by now. I'm worried something is wrong. Perhaps he had a circlip pop off his left rear coilover just as the right rear did a few months ago, and his sleigh had to go under emergency repairs.